Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
The Move,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.